My friends, it seemed that the Crash Family were out and about and they decided to omit portions of a poem from one of our friends. Please take a moment and read this poem once again. It is truly a great Heroic poem.

Alone in Bastogne
By: Feellicks

17,000 in Bastogne, cold and alone.
Fog ice and rain, groans of pain.
White christmas red snow, praying from icy foxholes.
Frozen death confirms, five of deuce held firm.
A call to the defenders, you must surrender.
A one word reply, spoken on the sly.
Another night goes by, screaming eagles ready to die.
Then it happened, in came Patton.
Pass the word, its the third, old blood and guts.
Saved all that said NUTS!